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halls.
Lady Angyla headed their way in a flurry of dark billows. “Where’s my daughter?”
Emet bit the inside of his jaw to temper his response. “Why do you think I would know that?”
“That compromise nonsense is not her doing. You’ve gotten into her head. I hear you are a trained sex hound. You lot are a menace.”
“Or perhaps your daughter finally made up her own mind.”
“You think you’ve won this battle?” Lady Angyla sneered. “This compromise won’t hold against existing laws. A woman is still master of her domain and all who dwell within it.”
“And you think you can strike down a young woman like she is an insect that annoys you.”
Lady Angyla balked.
“You discarded your daughter, like she’s a third male.”
A firm hand settled on Emet’s shoulder. “Emet,” the Male Voice’s tone was smooth and soothing, but it also held an element of command. “Your daughter is not in our offices, my lady.”
Lady Angyla kept her attention focused on Emet. “If you have done anything to my daughter, I will have the Peace Keepers on you.”
“Lady Alyss is a woman grown,” the Male Voice said calmly, though his hand pressed firm into Emet’s shoulder. “If any harm or ill will has befallen her, I’m sure she would alert the Peace Keepers herself.”
Lady Angyla scowled at the Male Voice. He didn’t flinch. She turned her attention to Lady Eryka who’d squeezed herself into the corner behind the door. “And you, you little mouse.”
Lady Eryka gave a start that sounded like a squeak.
“If you’re harboring my daughter inside the chamber of crayons, I’ll have a word with the Society for Sacral Art. My family has had a place on their board of directors for generations.”
Lady Eryka shrank further into the shadows of the corner.
“This isn’t over.” Lady Angyla stormed down the hall.
When she was gone the Male Voice rounded on Emet. The loudness of his intense stare spoke volumes his voice could never reach. Lady Angyla was on a dangerous rampage and would destroy anyone in her path. Emet set his chin. He still would not turn over Alyss. He couldn’t, not after that display.
The Male Voice sighed and turned from Emet, his attention now off behind the door. He reached out a hand. “Would you allow me to escort you back to your chamber, my lady.”
Lady Eryka, still wedged in the corner of the doorway, stared at his open hand for a moment. She reached out her shaky hand which the Male Voice wrapped into the crook of his arm. She gave the Male Voice a tentative smile. The Male Voice’s face had been impassive, but he blinked and then stared at the woman. Then he actually smiled, something Emet rarely saw him do. The two went down the hall. Lady Eryka’s steps wobbled, but the Male Voice lent her his full support.
Emet left the building on quick feet. He was eager to see that Alyss was standing strong and well on her own two feet. When he got to the storefront, he was surprised to find the door locked. He turned his key in the lock. Once inside, he went down the stairs and straight into Adom’s studio. He was surprised that Adom was not at his easel. He looked deeper in the room and then he saw them.
Adom cradled Alyss. He stroked her face and kissed her forehead.
Emet waited for a twinge of jealousy. It didn’t rise. Instead his dick hardened at the sight of the two of them together. Adom’s naked body glistened with perspiration. Alyss lay limp in his arms, her naked body…appeared lifeless.
Then he heard it. Adom’s whispers weren’t words of love, they were frantic pleas. Dread climbed up Emet’s spine as he looked again at Alyss’ limp form.
“What have you done?”
Adom lifted his head to Emet. “I’m just waiting for her to wake up.”
Emet stepped closer.
“I went a little overboard this time. I’ll hold back next time.”
Emet saw the red marks up and down her wrists from where he knew she must have pulled at the rope. The same markations
Lady Angyla headed their way in a flurry of dark billows. “Where’s my daughter?”
Emet bit the inside of his jaw to temper his response. “Why do you think I would know that?”
“That compromise nonsense is not her doing. You’ve gotten into her head. I hear you are a trained sex hound. You lot are a menace.”
“Or perhaps your daughter finally made up her own mind.”
“You think you’ve won this battle?” Lady Angyla sneered. “This compromise won’t hold against existing laws. A woman is still master of her domain and all who dwell within it.”
“And you think you can strike down a young woman like she is an insect that annoys you.”
Lady Angyla balked.
“You discarded your daughter, like she’s a third male.”
A firm hand settled on Emet’s shoulder. “Emet,” the Male Voice’s tone was smooth and soothing, but it also held an element of command. “Your daughter is not in our offices, my lady.”
Lady Angyla kept her attention focused on Emet. “If you have done anything to my daughter, I will have the Peace Keepers on you.”
“Lady Alyss is a woman grown,” the Male Voice said calmly, though his hand pressed firm into Emet’s shoulder. “If any harm or ill will has befallen her, I’m sure she would alert the Peace Keepers herself.”
Lady Angyla scowled at the Male Voice. He didn’t flinch. She turned her attention to Lady Eryka who’d squeezed herself into the corner behind the door. “And you, you little mouse.”
Lady Eryka gave a start that sounded like a squeak.
“If you’re harboring my daughter inside the chamber of crayons, I’ll have a word with the Society for Sacral Art. My family has had a place on their board of directors for generations.”
Lady Eryka shrank further into the shadows of the corner.
“This isn’t over.” Lady Angyla stormed down the hall.
When she was gone the Male Voice rounded on Emet. The loudness of his intense stare spoke volumes his voice could never reach. Lady Angyla was on a dangerous rampage and would destroy anyone in her path. Emet set his chin. He still would not turn over Alyss. He couldn’t, not after that display.
The Male Voice sighed and turned from Emet, his attention now off behind the door. He reached out a hand. “Would you allow me to escort you back to your chamber, my lady.”
Lady Eryka, still wedged in the corner of the doorway, stared at his open hand for a moment. She reached out her shaky hand which the Male Voice wrapped into the crook of his arm. She gave the Male Voice a tentative smile. The Male Voice’s face had been impassive, but he blinked and then stared at the woman. Then he actually smiled, something Emet rarely saw him do. The two went down the hall. Lady Eryka’s steps wobbled, but the Male Voice lent her his full support.
Emet left the building on quick feet. He was eager to see that Alyss was standing strong and well on her own two feet. When he got to the storefront, he was surprised to find the door locked. He turned his key in the lock. Once inside, he went down the stairs and straight into Adom’s studio. He was surprised that Adom was not at his easel. He looked deeper in the room and then he saw them.
Adom cradled Alyss. He stroked her face and kissed her forehead.
Emet waited for a twinge of jealousy. It didn’t rise. Instead his dick hardened at the sight of the two of them together. Adom’s naked body glistened with perspiration. Alyss lay limp in his arms, her naked body…appeared lifeless.
Then he heard it. Adom’s whispers weren’t words of love, they were frantic pleas. Dread climbed up Emet’s spine as he looked again at Alyss’ limp form.
“What have you done?”
Adom lifted his head to Emet. “I’m just waiting for her to wake up.”
Emet stepped closer.
“I went a little overboard this time. I’ll hold back next time.”
Emet saw the red marks up and down her wrists from where he knew she must have pulled at the rope. The same markations
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